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An Angel

we didnt talk much, we didnt hang out
but your stuck in my head
i cant believe your gone now
you left so young
16 to be exact
time to sleep little brother
your going on a trip
i'll meet you there someday
just relax
let go
god bless you.
R.I.P to my friend terrence.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 04, 2012


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  • Payal Parande (7/7/2012 2:55:00 PM)

    beautiful...........

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/4/2012 3:03:00 PM)

    Warm and poignant tribute...Watch your spelling, and consider writing out numbers(sixteen) as opposed to 16...just makes a more crisp, and eloquent presentation. I enjoyed this, Amber, and please accept my condolences on the passing of someone who was obviously a good friend... ~FjR~

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